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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

coloring books

Yesterday the Dancer came up behind me with a blanket thrown over her shoulders and said three little words that made my skin crawl.

Mommy, I'm cold.

blink. blink. crickets.

It is a 106 degrees outside. At night we get down to a refreshing 95 degrees.

With dread I reached out and touched her head and found just what I thought I would find-

a fever.

Unwilling to be left out, the Cowgirl conjured up a fever several hours later and we had a puke party all night.

Bring your own bucket.

So today I am filling bottles with sprite, bringing them long sleeves.

Then short sleeves. Then that silky nightgown. Until we puke on the silky nightgown and go back to long sleeves.

I was sitting at the table, trying to figure out what to do since I already washed every sheet and towel in my home and both girls were napping, when I realized that I was coloring ladybugs in my daughter's coloring book.

Sixteen of them.

Eight purple ladybugs.

Eight blue ladybugs. (those were the only markers sitting on the table)

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I am a 34 year old wife and mother to two daughters, ages 13 and 9. I have been married for 13 extraordinary years, believe in young love, frugal living, good books, democracy, prayer and the undeniable fact that food tastes better when you serve it on a white plate.